Chapter 35: Perhaps, the Identity Can Become Real

Library.

“Elise, why don’t you rest on the hammock for a while? I’ll read on the floor.” Xia Mingyu spoke, then buried himself in his book.

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

A hint of joy appeared on Elise’s tiny, palm-sized face.

She had never stood this long since birth, nor performed so much physical labor—this gave her a glimpse of the exhaustion her castle servants endured.

“Phew!”

After reclining again on the soft hammock, Elise dangled her translucent, jade-like calves over the edge, stretching lazily and letting out a kitten-like whimper.

Then she rolled onto her stomach, swinging her legs as she watched the black-haired young man before her, deeply absorbed in his book, her gray-white eyes flickering with curiosity.

Only now did she finally relax enough to properly observe the appearance of the world’s most noble prince.

His long fingers glided gently over the pages, movements elegant and unhurried; his smooth black hair fell slightly, partially obscuring his forehead, yet failing to hide his deep, night-black eyes.

Sunlight slanted down through the stained-glass windows above, gilding his sharply defined profile with a soft golden edge, highlighting his perfect facial contours.

So. So handsome!

Elise couldn’t help exclaiming inwardly.

From appearance alone, this prince truly matched the image of a prince from a super kingdom.

Moreover, for some reason, this prince seemed to possess a strange charm—she normally disliked conversation, yet before this noble prince, she found herself unexpectedly at ease, even willingly obeying his casual commands without complaint.

It’s strange… Could this prince possess some kind of ability?

The girl glanced skeptically at the text above the young man’s head—not the long string of identity blessings, but the later occupational blessing: “University Student.”

(Clear and Foolish: You will more easily earn others’ favor upon first meeting.)

Centuries ago, for reasons unknown, the gods began to fight.

It was a cataclysm that shattered heaven and earth.

The sun in the sky expanded countless times, as if trying to evaporate the oceans and crack the land.

The moon’s silver light turned into blades, sharp enough to pierce flesh and bone.

Waves surged across the seas, raging and drowning every sail.

Spikes like towering mountains rose from the earth, as if aiming to pierce the heavens.

Storms erupted, uprooting hundred-meter-tall trees and even shifting entire mountains.

Thunder roared through the clouds; every living thing that dared to fly had its wings shattered, and even the mightiest dragons bowed their heads in fear.

No creature dared to sleep, for sweet dreams vanished entirely, leaving only terrifying nightmares.

The cataclysm lasted seven full days and nights before ending, claiming countless lives; even the vast continent was split in two by a terrifying bolt of lightning, becoming two separate landmasses drifting far apart.

To the west lay the Western Continent; to the east, the Eastern Continent.

“Phew.” After closing the book, Xia Mingyu exhaled deeply.

This story, like a myth, was the true history of this fantasy world—how fascinating!

Even gods fought among themselves and unleashed cataclysms; their power was so immense they could split an entire continent like slicing a cake.

How terrifying, how shocking, how… alluring!

Xia Mingyu’s eyes flickered with heat; as a transmigrator from a world without magic, he could not help but develop a wild ambition toward such near-infinite power.

If only one day he could sit high upon a divine throne, listening to the prayers of mortals.

At least, as a god, he would be willing to bring blessings to the people—unifying taxes, abolishing slavery and prostitution, and so on…

Whoever dared oppose him could be sent straight to the guillotine; after all, once he became a god, no one could stop his will!

Xia Mingyu fantasized about this beautiful future, his lips involuntarily curling upward.

But soon he snapped back, pinching his own thigh, quickly restoring his calm expression.

Xia Mingyu, Xia Mingyu, how many times are you going to daydream? This isn’t university class anymore.

By the way, since the two continents split hundreds of years ago, hasn’t anyone tried to find the Eastern Continent?

Thinking of this, Xia Mingyu hurriedly rummaged through the pile of books beside him and soon found one titled *The Quest for the Eastern Continent*.

He opened the thick volume and slipped back into reading.

Soon after the Great Cataclysm ended, countless sailors set sail toward the Eastern Continent.

People assumed it was naturally achievable, for among these sailors were many powerful transcenders; even the ferocious monsters dwelling in the ocean could not halt their advance.

But soon, the first fleet returned—of ten thousand men, only a few small ships remained.

From the mad sailors’ babbling, people learned that a terrifying mist had risen over the sea in the direction of the Eastern Continent.

Any ship entering the mist saw its crew gradually driven mad by insomnia, eventually turning on each other and dying.

No one could penetrate the Sleepless Mist, and the frenzy to reach the Eastern Continent gradually subsided.

Years later, another fleet set sail.

Every crew member was a hero, renowned across the continent for their great deeds.

They clenched their fists, vowing to achieve an unparalleled feat.

As high-level transcenders, they could remain alert even after prolonged sleeplessness, not to mention the many mages aboard who could replace sleep with meditation.

People had full confidence in them—until months later, when only a handful of heroes returned, battered and bleeding.

From their lips, the world first learned just how terrifying the barrier between the Western and Eastern Continents truly was.

Crossing the Sleepless Mist meant facing a colossal sea monster, its body immeasurable in length—the “World-Encircling Serpent,” Jörmungandr.

The heroes paid nearly total annihilation to cross the World-Encircling Serpent; yet when the mist cleared, what lay before them was a sight of utter despair.

A wall of ice, unimaginably vast, with no visible top or end, blocked all passage.

It rooted deep into the ocean floor, yet nearly touched the stars.

The surviving heroes used every means at their disposal, yet could only crack a tiny hole in the ice wall’s immeasurable hardness.

This terrifying sight shattered their resolve, and they returned, filled with grief and hopelessness.

Fortunately, the World-Encircling Serpent did not attack again on the return journey; otherwise, they would have met the same fate as their fallen comrades, lost to the deep sea.

In the centuries since, countless others set sail dreaming of the Eastern Continent, yet only one in a hundred ever returned.

To this day, anyone still attempting to reach the Eastern Continent is called a madman or a delusional fool.

“What an incredible epic.”

Xia Mingyu closed the book again, sighing.

The history described in the book reminded him of the Greek myth of the Argonauts seeking the Golden Fleece.

Unfortunately, the Argonauts had divine protection and ultimately succeeded; the fleets of this world that sought the Eastern Continent met far worse fates.

“So… the entire Western Continent knows nothing of the Eastern Continent.”

Xia Mingyu’s pupils shrank sharply.

He suddenly realized—his identity… might become real!

Tomorrow’s update is postponed to midnight. To apologize, I’ll add an extra chapter. Since the New Book Ranking resets weekly, if you have moon tickets at midnight tomorrow, please vote after reading the three chapters to help the author—thank you so much! Thanks(ω)

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